Henry Livingston Jr.

Letter Sent To Master Timmy Dwight - Poem by Henry Livingston Jr.

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Master Timmy brisk and airyBlythe as Oberon the fairyOn thy head thy cousin wishesThousand and ten thousand blisses.Never may thy wicket ballIn a well or puddle fall;Or thy wild ambitious kiteO'er the elm's thick foliage light.When on bended knee thou sittestAnd the mark in fancy hittestMay thy marble truly traceWhere thy wishes mark'd the place.If at hide and seek you play,All involved in the hayTitt'ring hear the joyful sound"Timmy never can be found."If you hop or if you runOr whatever is the funVic'try with her sounding pinionHover o'er her little minion.But when hunger calls the boysFrom their helter skelter joysBread and cheese in order standingFor their most rapacious handlingTimmy may thy luncheon beMore than Ben's as five to three,But if hasty pudding's dishMeet thy vast capacious wish -Or lob-lollys charming jellyCourt thy cormorantal bellyMortal foe to megre fastBe thy spoonful first and last.